For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.
Psalms 12 : 2 (WEB)
Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.
Psalms 12 : 3 (WEB)
May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that boasts,
Psalms 12 : 4 (WEB)
Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"
Psalms 12 : 5 (WEB)
"Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Yahweh; "I will set him in safety from those who malign him."
Psalms 12 : 6 (WEB)
The words of Yahweh are flawless words, As silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.
Psalms 12 : 7 (WEB)
You will keep them, Yahweh, You will preserve them from this generation forever.
Psalms 12 : 8 (WEB)
The wicked walk on every side, When what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.